BRYCE
I woke up to my alarm blaring and my body feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. For one blissful second, I didn't remember. Then it all crashed back—the video call, Sloane's face filling my screen, the way she'd looked at me like I was something to be consumed.
'Sweet dreams, beautiful.' Her words kept echoing in my head and my stomach twisted. I grabbed my phone to silence the alarm, and saw three new messages from numbers I didn't recognize. I didn't read them, I just swiped them away and dragged myself out of bed.
Fenris was still restless, pacing inside my chest like he'd been doing all night. Every time I'd started to drift off, he'd surge forward with flashes of her—her scent, her voice, the heat in her eyes when she'd said she was going to take what she wanted.
I hated that part of me had been disappointed when the call ended, I hated that some traitorous corner of my brain had been waiting for her to call back.
